Glimpse

I sometimes happen on a hidden view,

a glimpse of how my life was meant to be,

I stumble on the lens to see it through,

and it looks so achievable to me.

 

By chance the pieces tumble into place,

unlocking a utopian design,

a better life I hunger to embrace,

in moments when the elements align.

 

I try to steal its secrets but it fades,

a feral wisp that won’t be brought to heel,

an evanescent phantom which evades,

attempts to pin it down and make it real.